Decorating with book pages

November 1, 2011

The Nester did a great post on using book pages in a variety of ways -this is my favorite.  So sculptural.


As if….

October 24, 2011

I needed something else to look for @ Goodwill…

Love this idea.


Did you hear them????

September 19, 2011

….this past Saturday at around 10:15 a.m.?  Did you hear the angels singing?

Well, they did – just as I was walking into the Country Living Fair in Columbus, Ohio.

One of my college rommies and I wandered around for over 4 hours feasting our eyes on things like this…

…and got some ideas like this….

(those are little purses made out of book covers)

…and beautiful, playful displays…

I fell in LURVE with this amazing, GINORMOUS terrarium.  (This thing was about 4 and  a half feet tall)

…found this super driftwood mirror.  (if you look closely, you can see my cute embellished wellies)

Here is a close up of those JADORABLE boots…

….and as if a sign from above…

Watercolor Fun

March 2, 2011

I have an afternoon Kindergarten student at my house.

Sometimes mornings are hard to fill… especially in the dead of winter.

One day, I was out of ideas and got inspired by a project I saw on Meg’s blog.

When I saw this picture, I thought – colorful, fun, easy, INDEPENDENT activity…

So off I went to dig up some doilies.

Doilies are elusive little boogers – when I don’t need them, they’re everywhere.  When I DO need them, I can’t find a single one.


Enter thousands of coffee filters…. (I KNEW I’d use those someday!)





March 1, 2011

I have an Aunt Janet.

You probably do, too.

Aunt Janet isn’t my mom’s sister – or my dad’s for that matter.

You see, where I grew up, we weren’t allowed to call our parents’ friends by their first names… or even a variation there of.  No Miss Sue, no Miss Judy, no Miss Phyllis.  If you were a parent of one of my friends, I called you Mister, Doctor, or Misses.  (chances are, I still do)

There was a rare occasion, though, where a relationship seemed too intimate to call an adult by Mr./Dr./Mrs.   In these cases,  my parents told me to call these people “Aunt” or “Uncle”.

This is the case with Aunt Janet.

She moved to California a hundred years ago – but I still send her holiday cards with a picture of my juhdorable family (whether she wants one or not… this year, she got 2 b/c I had forgotten that I had already sent one .. and sent another).

Over the past week or so, Simple Abundance has encouraged us to excavate even further to guide us to our true selves – our ‘authentic’ selves. ( I’ve discussed the nebulousness of this idea before. Sarah narrowed it down beautifully for me – saying –  remember yourself when you were 10?  THAT is your true authentic self.)

On Feb 20th, she included the following quote:

“Sometimes a person has to go back, really back – to have a sense, an understanding of all that’s gone to make them – before they can go forward. ” Paule Marshall

I have always known that I am an amalgam of all of the people I have known in my life.  From every person I have come in contact with, I have taken something that I Do want to be – or I have noted something that I Don’t want to be.  This was especially true of the women around whom I was raised.

Aunt Janet is one of those women.  She was always a TON of fun.  Her house is the first house  (of a non-family member) I remember spending the night at.  Her daughters babysat for me.

There was always a sewing project at her house – I remember a denim drawstring bag with a bright pink “H” on it that I treasured… and a stuffed walrus (that’s right a walrus… don’t judge) – that was as big as I was.

I have memories of my  parents having parties with them – there were card games and music playing  (piano, bass, trumpet).  I saw my first microwave oven at her house and thought it was so cool to eat scrambled eggs out of it.  …and I swear there was a ski lift in her backyard.

So as I’m reading about re-visiting my past this week in Simple Abundance, imagine my delight when I received this in the mail from Aunt Janet (who, mind you, normally just sends me a note after I’ve sent her a holiday card…and she DID do that this year, so this gift was a complete surprise.)

It’s a needle case.

Now, you might be saying – what in the WORLD will you do with a needle case.  Who repairs clothes anymore?  Aren’t clothes disposable?

It’s not just a needle case, it has a history.

She made one for my mom when we were young (I’m sure I’ll find it and feature it on another edition of “crap from my parents’ basement’ soon).

But what is even more ironic, serendipitous, or just how the universe works…. is that THIS is what my craft room looks like right now.

That’s right, THIS WEEK, I had dusted off the old sewing machine to make an apron for myself (in all of my 8th grade home ec sewing prowess).

Is someone trying to tell me something???  Or is this just help from above in my excavation process?

Free Hugs Shirt – Update

February 15, 2011

Yes – I wore my Free Hugs shirt for Valentine’s Day.

I only had 1 person ask for a free hug…

I’m not sure how I feel about that…

Add to the initial sadness that he was an 89 year old man at a Weight Watchers meeting and I seem even more pathetic.

It’s hell getting old…

Valentine’s Day Idea

February 9, 2011


(thank you Twig and Thistle)

I will stop short of sending bananas in for my kids’ valentines……

I mean, I’m already “THAT” mom….

…this might push me over into  “Crazy” mom territory.

Instead, I’ll choose to give these to my healthy friends and family.

…but I DARE you to send apples or bananas in for your kids’ valentines.

Please let me know if you do.